A Classical style... is the syllogism of art, the only legitimate process from one world to another. Classicism is not the manner… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
This race and this country and this life produced me, he said. I shall express myself as I am. — James Joyce Copy Share Image
When the Irishman is found outside of Ireland in another environment, he very often becomes a respected man. The economic and intellectual… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
No one who has any self-respect stays in Ireland, but flees afar as though from a country that has undergone the visitation… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
My intention was to write a chapter of the moral history of my country and I chose Dublin for the scene because… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
When the soul of a man is born in this country there are nets flown at it to hold it back from… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
He found in the world without as actual what was in his world within as possible. — James Joyce Copy Share Image
Our civilization, bequeathed to us by fierce adventurers, eaters of meat and hunters, is so full of hurry and combat, so busy about many… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
Shaw's works make me admire the magnificent tolerance and broadmindedness of the english. — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“Do you know what Ireland is?' asked Stephen with cold violence. 'Ireland is the old sow that eats her farrow.” — James Joyce Copy Share Image
The studious silence of the library ... Thought is the thought of thought. Tranquil brightness. — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“two cronies drank to the memory of their past. An abyss of fortune or of temperament sundered him from them. His mind seemed older… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
He passes, struck by the stare of truculent Wellington but in the convex mirror grin unstruck the bonham eyes and fatchuck cheekchops of Jollypoldy… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
I hear the ruin of all space, shattered glass and toppled masonry, and time one livid final flame. — James Joyce Copy Share Image
In woman's womb word is made flesh but in the spirit of the maker all flesh that passes becomes the word that shall not… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
